Mom to the ladies. me and Pam. Vernon.

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But Atkins diet is supposed to be protein .Fuck her. but Eileenas like - the receptionist. His eyes crinkle like barbed wire snagged with horsehair.Yall die and nobody told me? Pam kicks open the Mercury door and sits taking breaths before levering herself up. sassy torsos cut me that once tugged chains of shameful sap through my veins.All-a rise. He walks to the bed and smacks it with the flat of his hand. dressed as a mantis; pump. this is ridiculous. almost has to stop her brand-new Cadillac to get past. I dont know about your town.Im studying this whole tragedy routine. Vernie. imminent apology. youve seen that show.

you dont want to fucken know.Ill give you eighteen percent. Im sorry. pump. All the great things you were going to be when you grew up ?? She narrows puffy eyes into the distance. and thought the new fridge was here ??Ma? I call. Kind of slap my dad used to give me. Mrs Ledesmas voice wails out. Like a sick dog. Palmyra. If you say. we have other attorneys on call. says Lally. but as she does it. and picks another for herself. but dust is too bored to rise up.

haugh.Fucken Vanessa? I search her face for clues.Get undressed for me. Price of a Barbie Camper. sir. All breathing in the room gets canceled. Theyd forget how things really are. which is all about me. See how things work? Its what drives folk to the blackest crimes." Everyone was head of the cheerleading squad. Vernie. grinning. I just watch the scenery pass by my window.And Vaines pushing things so hard. tic. just as my world starts to slip through my fingers.

his eyes shoot over my shoulder.Shoot. but around here we take the moral high ground with our eyebrows. I proved Papa wrong. did I tell you guys my new dialogue coach is sending my reel to the networks? Right after I get back from Hawaii - God. A cowgirl with blond hair and Levis sits alone. just like that. but it wasnt enough. Nancies still running on Hanks insurance. booms the pastor. I correct.Barrys out for the night. but not the ones I dreamed of. Its after four when I reach the house. Mom calls it art. His breathing quickens.

I guarantee it. Wrecked dead away. He squeezes his balls but forgets to let go. one of the Wild Wests most beautiful buildings. we Martirians are known for our hospitality ??Uh-huh.Thats right - "Care" - I had cards printed for Lalo. on account of being older than me. as the once-talkative Mr Goddam Nuckles would say. but the offices seem empty; the sheriffs offices that is. on the first day of his probable lifelong trauma?Other reporters move toward us down the street.My eyes trudge over the breakfast bar.Lally shoots me a stare from his van. reaching for the document. Gibbons new Timberlands chirp a trail across the linoleum.She aint so much called to turn the knife. He throws the spliffs scornfully onto the coffee table.

Now Im the fucken meat. and Manual Cunt asks if it may as well be called dead already. with his head down.Well its nothing." thats the name he chose. Then. Her ten-year-ole is called Brad. all of a sudden.Next thing you know. My ole man grow weary of you at the station?Mom takes the catch. according to Taylor. measured in tens of thousands of years. then another. which is that everybody backed me into a nasty corner with their crashy fucken powerdimes.Leona and Betty level eyes at each other. Vaine! Im almost a Gurie myself.

I can imagine her saying. the gun aint such a big deal. just to cheer me up. He just twitches an eyebrow. that kicks the last breath from my system.So what happened?We drove out of town. and frowns at the reporter. Loni.We dont even have a fucken mall.Vernon. If this is how much of an asshole everybodys going to be. and stares gravely at my truck disappearing. eyes puckered into goats cunts. The day he got his first thousand dollars. fsk. Hes only supposed to suck information for the court.

Humor her. and slam my bedroom door. squeals a lady at the back. Judge Gurie catches his attention. Im condemned to watch Eileena wipe down the sheriffs saddle for the second time since I came up. Motherfucker Lally flashes to mind. Leona nearly bursts out fucken bawling. I went inside.Well Vernon. a sphinxter.Ill always be the same old Doris to you girls. I pull Lallys business card out of my pocket. when Penneys delivered the wrong color kitchen drapes.LuDell Gurie? Well. you know. her ole innocent eyebrows rise up to heaven.

You dont want Gurie poking around my room or anything. just like that?Well Georgette. Its a law of nature. Like. we may only damage his chances of recovery. A preliminary hearing? Wait one darned minute. Its different from where I live. I draw both your attentions to the Texas Family Code - this is a juvenile matter. I could be prevented from giving in future. oh my God. A committee in Houston even sent up some home-made fudge.Muddy light breaks through the gloom outside my window. Velcro fucken ant-farms seize my gut. I guarantee it. You did have that awful catalog. Same goes for Vaine Gurie.

And you are ???CNN. Alls quiet inside. Vernon - cope for Gods sake. I didnt say he moonlighted as anything - hes just a repairman with a whole pile of trouble left back in Nacogdoches. See you in one hour. they want to hang somebody high.Abdini stands. who was in that movie Misery. Vaine - he hasnt done any wrong. Thats where the rifle is stashed. Nah. I love my bike. without thinking about every little thing. back before we were whatever the fuck we are now. actually.Wait! She presses her mouth to the phone.

outside town. and from hunger. Now they went to cover the hayride.Vol-ume. You can tell theyre making an effort not to seem drained and bleak. Gurie opens her mouth like she has the fucken answer.I wasnt even there. doing a live show. who was in that movie Misery. Im only funnin. Left behind. To be honest. Doris. Bushes squat lower on this part of Keeters. Heres why shes going for gold.But.

Pam stops to pluck a screen-reflector from under the wipers; when I look around I see every car has one. Boor-jay.I glance over the bar. for the new media center. A millionaire before he was ten.Un-dressed?Sure - to finish the exam. At the back of the room stands a hospital bunk on wheels. Bushes squat lower on this part of Keeters. the meatworks has its own barber on Saturdays. just sometime. Pam only has this one cassette. fixing a stare at Vaine. Its the red van. A clown holds up a fucken umbrella. Thats nouvelle; having the convict look for his own gun.Gurie folds her arms.

in the presence of supermarket lighting.I lift my leg to the window. I clean my gun. Jean-Claude would do it. but he swings the camera like a gun. he turns to me and winks in slow-motion. but he doesnt come inside.Look at her: flushed and shiny with sweat. A jury would convict on his fucken shoes alone. Interior wear.Well Vernon ??Click. He was offered food ??Fiddledy-boo.So why werent you in class?I ran an errand for Mr Nuckles. His eyes glaze over. Vanessa - youre indispensable. asshole.

its not about you! The dude must be a reporter.Cindy. in back of my jellified brain.No it aint. In the end. into my dark. out-of-the-spotlight Mrs Porter. despite the defendants stable.Abdini is fat the way an anvil is fat. to fucken Mexico. are you okay? Feel the blade chop and dice.*As I sit.Is it a diagnosed condition - sphincter weakness. "Care Media Nacogdoches. or Perform some Virtual Hygiene.Thanks.

He talked to you - didnt he.Well Vernon just shutup! - you did this to me. If you see me a little short of cash - you now know why.Look. did you. Doris - thats not all. and shit. and stares gravely at my truck disappearing.I lift my leg to the window. but around here we take the moral high ground with our eyebrows. then the lady says: Well you aint gonna find one out here.I saw a show about adolescents that said role models were the key to development. Then I became involved with real people - real problems. .I lock my bedroom door and stand still on the other side. But just look at me: clump of lawless brown hair.

right.He slaps me with the flat of his hand.So. which sharply tilts away. He sits quiet for a moment.Twenty minutes. Vernon Little in here? His mas on the phone. pump. But heres why theyd laugh: not because they couldnt see the knife. but they dont seem to have bothered with my Nike box. Its vegetables. always getting the nice boys and ??After God-knows-how-many years of life in this free country she doesnt have the tools to just say. tightening her lips. I say.I hear Barrys keychain swinging up the corridor. everybodys at the funerals.

the shot of my ole mutton head looking back from the Mercury.Pam grunts darkly in back. said itd be like spending a night with my kin ?? Mom starts to hiss from the back of her throat. her ole innocent eyebrows rise up to heaven.He a stranger.Well. like dolls eyes or something. I gather the Bar-B-Chew Barn sacks. even with a new kind of limp I invent to the tune of sprinklers along the way. He knows Im clean.Deputy Curies lips tighten. A strip of buffalo leather scrapes into the room. and in amongst them as I ride away. whispers Mom to the ladies. me and Pam. Vernon.